Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Ovid's body regained its mobility, and he subconsciously asked, "And what about you?"

Aaron did not turn around, but Ovid seemed to see a nascent, hazy light smiling within him:

"I'll beat these little bastards into pig heads."

For some reason, when this little bald guy appeared, Nelson didn't just tear him into pieces with a single claw, but instead watched him finish speaking and showing off.

Was it some chaotic, immense force that prevented me from taking action?

He didn't even bother to think about why this mortal was so composed and even smiling at him.

That smile bewitched Nelson; he had to be killed!

Such an arrogant mortal, what, do you think you are the original body?

Astartes' body reacted in accordance with its will; don't ask why, in the interstellar age, they are still using cold weapons to fight.

Any type of melee weapon that is prefixed with "powered" becomes more futuristic.

As the shadow of death loomed over him, Aaron simply crossed his arms in front of him. To be honest, he didn't have time to utter any "Endless War God" proclamation; he could only manage a cold laugh.

The next moment, a pale arm emerged from a black cloak and gently blocked the slashing power claw.

It's like an adult gently blocking a child's toy; this gesture is completely disrespectful.

“I remember now, when Abaddon and Horus were arguing, you chimed in and got punched away by Horus.”

Coz stood behind Aaron, looking down at Nelson's presence.

Despite not wearing armor, the opponent's power armor could no longer advance an inch.

He remembered who the other person was. During his time in Shadowmoon Wolves, he had disguised himself and gone undercover to watch how Space Marines from other Legions interacted on a daily basis.

As one of the most famous Space Marines around Horus, Abaddon's relationship with Horus Jr. was also within his observation scope.

This is also a perspective that interrogators particularly like—it exists from a position where they can observe everything, yet remains unknown to others.

The main reason is that Horus is really not a good sight to behold; everything this guy does is perfectly normal and there's nothing wrong with it.

Coz’s casual remark sent chills down Nelson’s spine.

Now that the roles have reversed, the oppressive feeling he had just exerted on Ovid is now being countered without reservation, imposed on Ovid's mind, which has long been corrupted by chaotic consciousness.

Just as Ovid instantly realized the existence of the Chaos Gods, Nelson instantly understood the other party's identity.

Primarch.

They even identified him by his appearance: Conrad Coates, the genetic father of the Midnight Lords.

This traitor did not explicitly side with the Primarch of Chaos.

No, that's impossible. Conrad Coates could never be here. He's dead!

Warmaster Abaddon asked the Primarchs of Chaos about their fate more than once, otherwise he would not have concluded that "the era of the Primarchs has ended."

With the Four Gods as witnesses, Coz has already died by fate, and even regrets not being able to get him.

So what is this Coz that appears before us now, a real midnight ghost, a ghost?

His two teammates reacted quickly, regardless of who the person was, and the explosive guns that were originally aimed at ordinary people were instantly switched to other targets and ready to pull the trigger.

However, their movements were clumsy in the Primarch's eyes. Koz even had time to break off Nelson's power armor arm and pierce his left hand.

He then grabbed Nelson by the head, used his body as a shield, and rammed the man on the right into the air.

This set of movements was fluid and flawless.

The Astartes, which was already incredibly powerful in Aaron's eyes, was no different from putty in Koz's hands.

So much so that the battle seemed particularly boring, and Aaron had thought he was about to witness a spectacular fight.

Koz, still holding the other man's head, turned back and laughed:

“Brother, you can continue to help Ovid; that guy clearly has some kind of talent. I'll take charge of the interrogation and see what secrets they're hiding.”

Aaron nodded, unaware of the despair in Nelson's body when he heard the word "interrogation." He simply watched as Korz began cleaning up the three defenseless Astartes, then nimbly leaped out of the hole they had just punched in the wall.

He needed to find a secluded corner so that his cruel methods wouldn't frighten Aaron.

The era of the Primarchs never ended, and the Astartes never had a chance to win.